How has the water flown this way?
Felt as if the rocks were too strong
Right pointing Left
Uppers to Downers
Is reality an acid soaked blanket again?
Almost second guessed a sixth time
I don't understand your smile
I'm happy but shielded
I'm not used to this room
This is a different path
A different high
Paranoid I stand in ecstasy
White puddles I stand in
Perhaps a shrug won't kill the dinosaurs
Maybe my own mind holds the barrel to itself
Maybe
Maybe I'm not really dead
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I guess the fears are only thoughts, not a reality. Time to adjust
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
this work is so beautifully written!!! i love the way it sounds and the idea behind it is perfect
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great free verse poem with very good metaphors. has a powerful message as well. excellent job!
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